<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261862061244519583</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:04:54.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballad fer her lie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261862061244519583/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ballad for nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460663811086413095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261862061244519583.post-6504147792559601821</id><published>2007-09-22T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T01:11:09.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   I need to digest some book as i think i've been lacking of nutrients in my self thi king brain.I would like to read a book and get lost in the beautiful plot or maybe even write one myself. I wish there was this amazing machine where I feed it with my ideas and story lines and characters' names and it generates, like a thick novel about a dead grandmother, carnival kids, a memory box, an avenging sister, betrayal, star-crossed lovers, random aesthetics, bus rides, a homosexual cousin. Honest love prevailing, an ending which involves star-gazing, getting lost in a castle maze and a villain who will come back for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Just wanna scream to the atmosphere.I'm missing someone but i can't seem to figure out the name.fuck im toking crap.Recently,things between me n Hazim arnt going well.There's just isnt any chemistry between us anymore..or issit could be the cause of third party?"I swear i'm not gonna fall for the new comer."or am i just fighting against myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   I spend too much and I sleep too little because oh well, sleep is now an unfamiliar act which chooses to drift above my head, burden my posture, and tease my eyes without ever seeming to commit. Been listening to Bloc Party pretty excessively but I wouldn't call myself an Indie Snob. Morning is here and the sky looks pretty I could almost eat it up. I could write a couple more paragraphs but I am lying on my stomach and it's wearing me out.. Pack up my eyes and dream and I'm sorry if I didn't treat you like an angel because that's exactly what you are. Oh God, give me meaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261862061244519583-6504147792559601821?l=ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6504147792559601821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8261862061244519583&amp;postID=6504147792559601821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261862061244519583/posts/default/6504147792559601821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261862061244519583/posts/default/6504147792559601821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/2007/09/dear-diary-i-need-to-digest-some-book.html' title=''/><author><name>Ballad for nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460663811086413095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261862061244519583.post-8292721432677818514</id><published>2007-08-26T06:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T07:10:24.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piBuR8KB83Q/RtCuwNP8nlI/AAAAAAAAABY/7CHAnLO4pTY/s1600-h/DSC01939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102770521024274002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" height="320" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piBuR8KB83Q/RtCuwNP8nlI/AAAAAAAAABY/7CHAnLO4pTY/s320/DSC01939.JPG" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102770259031268930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_piBuR8KB83Q/RtCug9P8nkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/7ANtnJBme9k/s320/DSC01938.JPG" width="151" border="0" /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. Time check - 6:08 AM and it's a Sunday. My abnormal sleeping pattern is making a comeback but I don't seem to be amused at all.From my perch I observed the lunar scenery that my eyes made them look as if they move and swerve, move and swerve before getting to sleep after a 'Forever goodbye' with fifiq.im sorry mum.But apparently it's not approved.I'm just a miserable 15 year old girl.In life,theres certain things you have to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i missed out something?somehow i felt i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a poem yesterday,the day before and another.I know it left me an impact to what i'm abnormally not.i used to hate poems,sweet talks..It gives me the creeps.But somehow,i shall not go any furthr.A week feels like a decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.Fyi,Hazim is jus a fren now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant sleep so i decide to idle,trawling Friendster and same old shit-idiot hu cant spell.Shasaliana,her x frenster too..urgh!i hate it wen my conversation comes around,back to where i satrted.It's not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to damn old song,you know where it goes"Alwaes ther forever you and me,that's the way our life should be."Somehow i feel calm listening to it repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esplanade and suntec trip was great especially wit him beside.It seems more like a couple day out than a group somewhat after someone came at arnd 5.There were mira,yat,nifa,'D__L',me n Fifiq.Sadly,my they fetch me earlier than them and tats so lame.I never thought it would be our last meet up too.I should have steal his hug if i knew earlier it's gonna happen. :(&lt;br /&gt;that's not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually rush looking fer mummy's birthday cake,after the news of them gnna fetch me in about 20min times and its not easy to look fer perfect cake there kay.Not forgetting leaving fren.Im sorry guys.So Gloria Jeans caught my view and bought the cake there.'Royal Choclate' is what it's called.That cost 45 bx.He patiently helped me.There i go again.I can't help comforting myself bout him.Or issit jus that memories are still fresh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wonder. Would it be scary or just cool to run a lighthouse all by yourself? Scary at first thought. I would probably play emoxscreamo to shut out whatever scary noises or thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261862061244519583-8292721432677818514?l=ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8292721432677818514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8261862061244519583&amp;postID=8292721432677818514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261862061244519583/posts/default/8292721432677818514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261862061244519583/posts/default/8292721432677818514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/2007/08/dear-diary-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Ballad for nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460663811086413095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piBuR8KB83Q/RtCuwNP8nlI/AAAAAAAAABY/7CHAnLO4pTY/s72-c/DSC01939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261862061244519583.post-3069803396966038311</id><published>2007-07-16T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T18:36:41.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Imy!imy!I jus couldnt help it..its lyke my drug wit my name choped on it.So i mean,a post wont do any harm,won't it?I have tis choclate tim tam staring at me now...I won't eat!I won't eat!:(    ive been opening and closing the frige since i came back home.I don't really feel hungry tho ive not been eating since morn.Cos nthng to eat.This is wad happen when u mnotnsly dnt.You think u r hungry but u r not.It is said that your mind are stronger than ur physical body.okay.I am typing this but I have a different conversation in my head. It feels crazy. My stomach is empty but my heart is full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Teenagers nowadays are high on drugs,smokes and all sort of 'cool trying to be'stuff but im making a huge,huge plan.Job?hu'd ever thot of it?i noe it sound impossible.Yeah..im thinking of lying hard on the streets with no disturbants.Interview will be forwrd till fri.All thnx to Him.Congrats i jus shit on my own face.Ppl finds it crazy to be crying and bathing in skool b4 heading home.But hu cares?I don't.If Britney could walk arnd the house naked,y cant i bold myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     What if and what if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      I wonder what happens when you remove yourself from the usual way you've been living for 4 months and it still politely waits for you? This is beyond me. You fall in love when you're not even prepared, you do something which you can never claim or admit. You don't even know when is he going to finish what he started, and always so quick to believe, you read into the stares and the hugs faster than the world counting loudly from one to ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;                     Ive jus watched 'Cinta pertama'.I'm more emotional than i ever think i am.Oh stop being such a baby.Right now McSpicy is wad exactly on my mind.I shuld jus walk for ten minutes.You noe,when im hungry,i wuld divert myself wit anything stupid.Sticks on wall upside down or wad so ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Verses after verses, your hypocrisy still echoes the loudest among all. Slow down and hold up, no one's listening, honey. You know you're fucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261862061244519583-3069803396966038311?l=ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3069803396966038311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8261862061244519583&amp;postID=3069803396966038311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261862061244519583/posts/default/3069803396966038311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261862061244519583/posts/default/3069803396966038311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/memories.html' title='memories'/><author><name>Ballad for nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460663811086413095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261862061244519583.post-6274371572786951053</id><published>2007-07-07T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:19:43.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Since wriiting on blog only creates more prob,imma put a stop and let it go free..thr goes my pill for my mental illnesess..Let alone it stae within me..ive left a place for it to stae somewhr in me,lock hard,threw the key away,for long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long and goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261862061244519583-6274371572786951053?l=ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6274371572786951053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8261862061244519583&amp;postID=6274371572786951053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261862061244519583/posts/default/6274371572786951053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261862061244519583/posts/default/6274371572786951053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/dear-diary-since-wriiting-on-blog-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Ballad for nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460663811086413095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261862061244519583.post-1494402269977128877</id><published>2007-07-07T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:16:46.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           Can u sleep soundly without air goes into ur lung?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261862061244519583-1494402269977128877?l=ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1494402269977128877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8261862061244519583&amp;postID=1494402269977128877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261862061244519583/posts/default/1494402269977128877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261862061244519583/posts/default/1494402269977128877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/dear-diary-since-writting-blog-creates.html' title=''/><author><name>Ballad for nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460663811086413095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261862061244519583.post-210401027928134392</id><published>2007-07-06T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:06:23.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I give up. Still can't sleep, still can't sleep, still can't sleep. Weird, the caffeine at home which I always take didn't use to be so strong before. Or is it just my thoughts that have me wide awake. I would like to think this is a common occurence but something's holding me back, can't exactly put my finger on it.So i decided to post again as writting is much cheaper than therapy.Its wad is said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..Me n my mum has been okay since after dinner..Tis left me some confusion.AT times shes okay and i can gurntee tat we r NT gna hve probs again.its been happening since daes ago.Im not sure why.watever.I dont want to damage my brain thinking bout it 24hr without rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's plan will be going to Alysa's birthday party ALONE.Bot this choc called Belgian tat cost me 10 bux or more.Not me actually,my Dad's.I'll jus rap it later i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am repeating the songs we used to hear together. I can't sleep, I have to wake up at 6, and it's another sleepless night although my eyes are begging to rest. I am hungry a little.Today I realise that I don't put much efforts in friendships. I don't know how to go about doing it and right at this very second, I am thinking of McDonalds. Fuck I won't eat I won't eat. And And i think i need a course on sleeping cos ciriously,i am having a bad irregular and abnormal sleeping hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something just cross my mind and reminded me of it.It's been long since this eyes met with his.Oh i miss Hazim :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A Bitch)Talking bout Fateness,wad am i?Your invisible muhfucker admirer's girlfiieeeey?From this moment,i regard u as my Top list arch-angel permanantly.Congrats!Find ur own DICK Girl.Stay out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand rude people who thinks they can shoot their mouths off everywhere they go and still be worshipped. Idiocy breeds in your puny brain when you do that very often, bitches. These kind of people, I venture to presume, are too stupid to even live, let alone breathe the same air as us, the people of a higher class who knows what we are made of and partake in some introspection before putting people down. And when you're at the losing end, you kick the people around you so let me tell you, the first person you should kick is yourself. That is the classic idiot move, or I could help. Why don't I just ram my whole fist into your eye sockets? I promise I will be gentle! Oh, shut up, good-for-nothing Boyfriend stealer. I am not even angry, I am just sick. Are we all done with people who smell crotches for a living and hates people who are better off than them? Ohh...make it snappy, I can't stand these STD-smelling dimwits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this makes the second post in less than 8 hours, but my fingers feels so alive, they just want to stamp every button on the keyboard, just for the sake of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, I am sleeping already although it's not even 12 yet. Urgh, I feel so uncool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261862061244519583-210401027928134392?l=ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/210401027928134392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8261862061244519583&amp;postID=210401027928134392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261862061244519583/posts/default/210401027928134392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261862061244519583/posts/default/210401027928134392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/regrets.html' title='Regrets'/><author><name>Ballad for nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460663811086413095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261862061244519583.post-7758049818908058641</id><published>2007-07-06T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:05:54.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A piece of shit in your life.</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is this the time where I apologise for the lack of updates to interested readers who check this space regularly in hopes of finding a new entry, only to be disappointed? Well, sorry but I don't really feel sorry.. whatever....Its just tat...yeah my mum found it...so..tis diary tat was meant to kip all my secret has no longer become my "ALL secret,diary".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yest went to KK fer my appointment and and they did tis heart check thingy on me and they found out tat i actually got a low rate and slow heart beat..yeah..nowander been complaining bout my aching after evry dinner..so they put tis device tat sticks on my chest..it looked lyke those shocking machine tat used fer those hus unconcious..and i have to wear it fer 24hr!oh gosh!and i cant exert myself too much..NOT FUN!so i guess i wont be living for long lyke others will..by the tyme my heart wont be able to pump.. :( Im ma miss this world by then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh tat Ardy is jus too annoying to be loved..he gives his shitty reasons thinking tat i will believe his werds tis tyme.you're choking on this. You don't know where your dependency lies. Eat those words back, the demons in your head will come round again.You've made a mess and now you're sorry but sometimes, guilt is not even close to enough. Open your eyes and realise on every morning you rise, that now you're on your own, kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sori to my mum rili..bout writting bout her in here..i was mentally retard at tat point of tyme..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel empty, maybe a little happy, maybe a little sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261862061244519583-7758049818908058641?l=ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7758049818908058641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8261862061244519583&amp;postID=7758049818908058641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261862061244519583/posts/default/7758049818908058641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261862061244519583/posts/default/7758049818908058641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/piece-of-shit-in-your-life.html' title='A piece of shit in your life.'/><author><name>Ballad for nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460663811086413095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261862061244519583.post-4218821654636171926</id><published>2007-04-17T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T17:08:23.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh its been so long!!bagh!bagh!dusty old diary..Im so blanko...okay..ferstly..alot of thing happened and i dont noe where to start!Can i jus sae out what ive been longing to shout out to the world and just let everyone know.I LOVE HAZIM.im attached to him.and oni him so stop spreading the wrong thing..Get tis to ur head."IM FOR HAZIM &amp; HAZIM FOR ME."find someone ur OWN okay bitch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahah..on the 12 was our ferst month and HELL YEAH im having a tyme of my life!Hahahah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_piBuR8KB83Q/RiSLcXYqrFI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yqM3N_DLaBM/s1600-h/DSC00987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054318001246612562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_piBuR8KB83Q/RiSLcXYqrFI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yqM3N_DLaBM/s320/DSC00987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_piBuR8KB83Q/RiSODXYqrKI/AAAAAAAAABI/efLw6hW5eKI/s320/stair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C???tat long sleeve he bot fer me aso..hahah!!same as his...sweets?okaeh mi bro wanna use the comp as usual...some other tyme i'll continue ait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261862061244519583-4218821654636171926?l=ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4218821654636171926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8261862061244519583&amp;postID=4218821654636171926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261862061244519583/posts/default/4218821654636171926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261862061244519583/posts/default/4218821654636171926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/2007/04/dear-diary-gosh-its-been-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Ballad for nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460663811086413095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_piBuR8KB83Q/RiSLcXYqrFI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yqM3N_DLaBM/s72-c/DSC00987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261862061244519583.post-2838337239093693427</id><published>2007-03-10T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T10:02:19.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Yest was the most fun yet torturing day in my lyfe..owh gosh!cant help turning and twisting my body,its aching everywhere!!!hahah!but still i got a smile on my face cos i did not fall out or wad despite mi incomplete healing frem fever..initially i thot of wen i felt mi lungs n ribcage squeezing together..errr...yeahh!hah!yah i was kinda crying a bit but hey!i dont wanna give up..its such a waste if i did so..at ferst things was smooth..hais but i get the 40th place..baaghh!its fine wit me...siriusly,i thot i was gonna die.i coulndt breathe.My vision was all blurry.n one thing tat shocked me,wada gets the 14th place...woooaaaa!!!hahah...congrats to her!...she apolgise fer leaving me cos she sae tat she wanna prove to her guy hu sae she surely cant win...huhuhu...DETERMINATION maann!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Umm..umm..i dont noe wether i shuld sae this but umm...tis is mi diary,i pour evrything out so here it goes...Ariff is so HOT!geeeees...hah...kaeh2 wadeva...I got Hazim,he got the junior girl.so.."Don't even think of it NAD."but would it be okaeh if i were to lyke two person fer once?huahahahahah....nah i was jus kidding!!!i would never EVER b one in mi entire lyfe!!cant blieve tat jus slip thru mi thots.IM BAAAD...well,i was online yest nyte &amp;&amp;amp;...he was too so we chat laaa...at ferst he was kindah wierd saeing hes the best laa n his bro good laaa..tat doesnt sound ryte actually...i noe hes not lyke tat usually wen i chat wit him..then after a while he saed tat was his bro chatting wit me...wtH????frem then on we debate as usuall...it awaes happen..now tats more lyke him...hes rili fun to tok to...sirius..he is...very very funny...more challenging i lyke challenging guys..hu dont giv a darn to girls...yeahh!!Find it wierd?i hate mushy guys.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FLIRTY GUYS,FUCK OFF YAH..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          After being released frem Bishan park,theres no bus so we walked all the way to the mrt station,me,wada n fahmi..can u imagine after a long run we have to walk all the way with those 12 o'clock sun burning frem above n straight home took a quick bath n out to orchard n bugis till 9pm non stop hardcore standing up...hah!!it was the ferst tyme i could go out wit mi fren till nyte..woaaa...hahah...dont noe wad has gone toodle to mi mum yesterdae...hahah...letting me go back home at nyte...i love her mann!!aftr the run me,wada,haimin(wada's boi),azri went to orchard at ferst then to bugis...at orchard we go Far Eazt then since mi bro n hazim all playing pool at Far East shopping ceneter,Hazim met up wit me at Far east plaza..wada arnt happy at ferst coz after i met him i n him walk together alone...hah..poor ayie(azri)...Yest aso i felt lyke a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; PRINCESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.Azri blanja me drinks n a Tees cost $12 at bugis...he so sweet n kind...hahah...n Hazim blanja me Mc Cafe n hes been blanjaing me everytyme i go out wit him...ahaha...I feel special..hah!!!so yest i oni spend $3.80 fer a day out oni on food.I could get use to tis...Tis is the fun thing about goin out wit ppl hus werking...YEAHH!!!Sirius laaa...i Love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YESTERDAES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...mi mum was lyke "omg iyaa..ko ni asyik2 dimajain." :)&lt;br /&gt;I use mi weapon to get wad i want.im sure u girls out ther noe wad i mean..wuahah *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Today i woke up n i couldnt walk..mi legs r cramp up..i have to draaaag mahself to tis comp addiction...haiyseyy...Boohoo...  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261862061244519583-2838337239093693427?l=ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2838337239093693427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8261862061244519583&amp;postID=2838337239093693427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261862061244519583/posts/default/2838337239093693427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261862061244519583/posts/default/2838337239093693427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/2007/03/dear-diary-yest-was-most-fun-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Ballad for nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460663811086413095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261862061244519583.post-3993463829136840658</id><published>2007-03-08T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T00:17:59.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Tis eyes jus couldnt kip shut!urrrgghhh!!well its lyke 11.30pm n wad can i do??hmm..owh yah,Hazim jus came infront of the door jus a few min ago to gib me Pink Pokey(MI FAV!!)after coming back frem werk..hah..sweet issnt it?it was i think 11 jus now,hes been duin tis fer lyke i dont noe how mani tyme.....n owhyah buying fer mi bro his Gel aso(duhh!! -_-)..mi abng laa...kol him ask him to buy ferst befor meeting me..jumping here n there lyke frogs,afraid he might look BAD fer skool tom..wtH..poor Hazim have to go vista point...hais...PS:Mummy I wanna marry him..hah!! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Slowly n slooooowly im starting to have feelings fer him..yeahh!!i mean tats wad mi mum awaes wanted me to..toking about how good he &lt;a href="mailto:is...bl@bl@bl"&gt;is...bl@bl@bl&lt;/a&gt;@...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************mum's toking to me****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"THIS LOVE THAT LEAVE SO FAST,THIS LOVE THAT COME SO EASILY.THIS LOVE YOU BREATH."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit!!bugger!!urrgghh!!she jus saw Hazim walking wit a girl jus now...she sae tat Hazim was looking in mi room..wtHACK!ddnt see any girl outside the house jus now????!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mum if ure reading this,i would like to plead to let me have a norm teenage lyfe ma..pls ma..gib me mi privacy..tis blog is the oni thing to pour out mi feelings n to let go mi frust..please ma im begging..i will change mi URL nomatter how hard or how difficult it will take...tis blog is lyke mi Grib ma...it prevent me frem blowing n do such stupid things again...i noe u love to read about ppl but pls ma..i rili rili nid mi privacy..i feel ashamed ma..i rili rili hope u understand a girl's feelings...n i noe u can..dont worry ma,i still love u...i wont get so drifted awae...i wan u to gib ur trust in this...Jus tis ONE...i noe u wan me to b lyke others lyke Nurul,those hu never kip ani secret to their mum n pray n all but ma(fer wad they sae frem their own mouth),tats oni in TV..they sae tv r jus those hus living in their dreams...everyone has secrets tat they kept inside them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Can i jus think that every guy are jus jerk??can i set mi mind to it??n tat i sae to mahself evrytyme wen i think i might attract to them to jus make use of them,the guys...?i think they deserve it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           I'll take back mi werds about marrying him now*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           I dont noe!i dont noe!i SHALL ask him hu isit..hmm...good idea...so...the future will be in his hand hun...owhyah..i jus remember tat yest nyte i dreamt tat IRFAN BECOME MY PACAR!!!wadoooooooooooooor!!!sirius,i could remember the sweat wen i woke up..GOSH!!hahah...~Evil laugh~so i tell him bout it aso laaa n i xpected him to say lyke tis"APEH???NGAN NAP???TAK MUNGKIN!"but.....walau!instead he can sae summore hu noes the future n he was so cool bout it...       ????????        gilak??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Tom got running at Bishan park...hais...boriiiing..im not 100% recovered yet..so chances i might either collapsed or out of breath n die laa tom...Bagghh!!n im not hoping to bump into Nabil tom at the mrt station..sori i ddnt have the courage to sae tis to you jus now..i mus b the cowardest freako.jus pray tat mi hopes will come tru yah n nomore quest ask.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREEN&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;ORANGE tats me!!hah..will b joining orange tom..as norm..fer wardah...hais...so see u in orange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           **I'm utterly Happy yet Sad**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261862061244519583-3993463829136840658?l=ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3993463829136840658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8261862061244519583&amp;postID=3993463829136840658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261862061244519583/posts/default/3993463829136840658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261862061244519583/posts/default/3993463829136840658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/2007/03/dear-diary-tis-eyes-jus-couldnt-kip.html' title=''/><author><name>Ballad for nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460663811086413095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261862061244519583.post-4133877723309412124</id><published>2007-03-08T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T14:34:50.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredem kills</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    This week must have been the most sickess week fer me i guess...1,2,3 day not in school...Wad is to become of me??huhu..jus browsing thru ppls blog probably could kill this boredem..Reading bout ppl's lyfe routine could be fun at tymes but can be saddening too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       MSG TO YANA:I'm sori fer not being ther fer u hunn wen ure in needs lyke i do..i noe im the werst girlfren u ever had..Egoistic &amp; shelfish...im hopeless darl..I'm only there wen i want &amp;amp; need to but disappear wen tymes gets hard fer u..Im sick of this..How i wish i can be there fer u...im stuck at hme while u have to face the messy world...i noe ure getting tired..i wuld lyke to sae tat i luve u still hunny..i treasure u more than ani of mi fren jus tat i couldnt show it.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      One of mi fav thing to do is to link only mi fav blogsters..yeah..things tat makes me love bout their blog are: superb songs,creative personalities and Bombarstic werds used..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Owhyah..ive awaes been dreaming of this one thing since decades ago..havin mi own band..woohoo!!wouldnt it be so cool!!ive awaes love drums..n i'll adore drumers..hehex..n acording to mi observation,drummers are awaes Hot and cutey sweets!oooOOOoooooOoo...I get so jealous sometymes towards mi cuzzy,she has her own band named 'LOVE EMBRACE'nyce ryte??she goes jamming amost evry fri wit all her girlfrens..how it feels lyke having a girl band..WOW!!*bite bite lips*shes the same age as me n she has a very very MOST stricked parents but yet she still gets her foot in the jamming room...urrrggghh!!Her guy the drumist*wwoooAAA!!!!!*~SCRATCH2 HEADS~tel me how can i NOT get jlos towards her??geees...but stil shes mi fav cuzz...yupss yupss..i love her!!hah...n were goin ouit tis hol...hows tat??hah..okaeh mi annoying bro here wanna use the comp..Muggggggg!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fart you down!!* :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261862061244519583-4133877723309412124?l=ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4133877723309412124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8261862061244519583&amp;postID=4133877723309412124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261862061244519583/posts/default/4133877723309412124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261862061244519583/posts/default/4133877723309412124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/2007/03/boredem-kills.html' title='boredem kills'/><author><name>Ballad for nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460663811086413095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261862061244519583.post-3235663320670206696</id><published>2007-03-07T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T10:47:51.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypnotise</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              "Bruise by your love,healed by your touch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              I don't noe y but i got this erge of killing someone today.Can you xplain to wad this 'Outside werld' thots im having.?Wait.let me think again,Nah...i dont need your opinion cos noone noes better themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             School?hu saes theres school fer me?there has not been ani such werd in mi dict fer the past two daes..Guess those dirt in me has taken over mi physical body.And probably mi mentally,Psychoistic,unstabled mind too."I NEED DOCTOR FAST PLEASE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             B goin to polyclinic afteron..N alone...Fuck!Blame those disease stuck in me..Wondering hows wardah coping wit it all...spposingly have to pay her $5 fer the dancewerk CD burner to wani's bro..gees...seems lyke shes gonna have a hard tyme 2dae...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Hazim?Don't ask me now.I'm half way under hypnotisation.I don't want it to get any werst,since he sudd did not call me yest nite which he usually does straight after werk.Or maybe he'd gone back wit his x Nadrah?I got the feeling its so..JERK!okaeh i'm 77% undercontrol of&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; myself now.Or HOLD ON!prob this two ans mi ferst quest?hmm...yadidadida..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     Fuck up!Am not interested to hear anything now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Gosh!i'm lyke having this voices conflicting inside.N wads more wierd is tat i tend to get high wenever i hear songs such as..lyke tis.*in such circumstances im goin thru now.N its a feeling of GREAT pleasure.Guess this is mi pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   As daes goes by,i still am trying to figureout hu have i turn to after goin thru those past.I noe this sounds stupid n childishes fer not noeing hu u rili r untill now.Tis is wad happened to pampered child frem young.Wait,i got a kol now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@$@!#%^&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;%^*())*&amp;amp;^%$##$^&amp;$^&amp;amp;(__+)*^$#^#$@%^&amp;(_+)(&lt;a href="mailto:^#@!*&amp;amp;^$%#!~!~#$$%"&gt;^#@!*&amp;^$%#!~!~#$$%&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    It was frem wardah.**************FUCKS**************i am not made up of non-living material,am still human,tho mi mind r lyke satan.I cant go mit her n pay up now!I AM SICK!doesnt she understand?Lyke die die must go?sori i cant.(mummy wont let so)hais nomatter wad shes mi fren.im shuld b use to her by now..*2(breath in breath out)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             END OF TODAY*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261862061244519583-3235663320670206696?l=ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3235663320670206696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8261862061244519583&amp;postID=3235663320670206696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261862061244519583/posts/default/3235663320670206696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261862061244519583/posts/default/3235663320670206696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/2007/03/hypnotise.html' title='Hypnotise'/><author><name>Ballad for nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460663811086413095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261862061244519583.post-90228392309913022</id><published>2007-03-06T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T10:02:27.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wads with the hell</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geee...its been so long since i last post..Damn it!okaehh...u wouldnt imagine how things has pas by time...lyfe getting sucker initially but things gets better after a while..i could smile with pureness...i actually ran awae...awae frem mi misery,mi fam fer once to yana,n hearing dad's cries fer me back home.i cut those pain...seeing those blood dripping upon me wen i finally woke up.im ashamed.Scars makes me sick.&lt;strong&gt;Lucifer&lt;/strong&gt; has got wad he wanted me to b n has manage to take control of me...Fuck it!but i manage to return to the path..n thers no end to it...I'm choking on mi Fear.Fear of loosing (them).Cutting skins n running awae frem home isnt the solution i knew tat now...but things happened n thers nothing to amend wen ure under the other side.someone ure not n arent awake frem ur nightmares..i need mi&lt;strong&gt; OWN&lt;/strong&gt; angel..someone hu is me..someone hu feels mi pain,mi happiness,mi thots,mi love,mi confusion,mi agriness,mi jealousy &amp; mi pureness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were u guys!!!???where were u guys wen we needed support??FUCK NABEY!!on the 25th..the dancewerk..we stood there shamefully..building courage among us alone..Abandoning us u guys FUCK!i may look decieving frem the outside but i keep revengeness in the inside.U guys can never figure me out..I have amusingly &lt;strong&gt;Bad habits&lt;/strong&gt; n i noe ure just jealous of it...I dont give clues to wad i am saeing..i play around wit ur werd...ur feelings are mi playground..untrustfull me,u can never guess...so if u guys need help,dont count on me...I'll slice u open,so you'll feel the pain...Be in mi shoe fuckers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt by truth,Hazim is the fiction of mi fairytale story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_piBuR8KB83Q/RezGkaH5goI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6FPNZxA0Cc/s1600-h/zim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038620411910783618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" height="184" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_piBuR8KB83Q/RezGkaH5goI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6FPNZxA0Cc/s320/zim.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_piBuR8KB83Q/RezGkaH5goI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6FPNZxA0Cc/s1600-h/zim.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_piBuR8KB83Q/RezGkaH5goI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6FPNZxA0Cc/s1600-h/zim.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_piBuR8KB83Q/RezGkaH5goI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6FPNZxA0Cc/s1600-h/zim.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_piBuR8KB83Q/RezGkaH5goI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6FPNZxA0Cc/s1600-h/zim.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres no denylation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_piBuR8KB83Q/RezGkaH5goI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6FPNZxA0Cc/s1600-h/zim.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_piBuR8KB83Q/RezGkaH5goI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6FPNZxA0Cc/s1600-h/zim.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_piBuR8KB83Q/RezGkaH5goI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6FPNZxA0Cc/s1600-h/zim.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's mine bitch!Dont show ur enviness :) Fuck it up...Wrap it n just dump it in ur hollow heart...we go out to orchard during school hours,skipping school isnt bad after all...he treat me for lyke i dont noe how much..since hes werking why not...n hes goin poly!!taking his motor lisence next year..wad more can i ask for frem him??i get anithing i want frem him...Hes mi(evrything)machine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frens??ask me about it u DUMBFUCKER...I'm not intrested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261862061244519583-90228392309913022?l=ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/90228392309913022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8261862061244519583&amp;postID=90228392309913022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261862061244519583/posts/default/90228392309913022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8261862061244519583/posts/default/90228392309913022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/2007/03/wads-with-hell.html' title='wads with the hell'/><author><name>Ballad for nad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00460663811086413095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_piBuR8KB83Q/RezGkaH5goI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6FPNZxA0Cc/s72-c/zim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8261862061244519583.post-5369779027669209888</id><published>2007-02-19T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T02:34:07.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear blogs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately things turn out as a disaster in dreams.Family,Frens,Dance,Exams..I guess mi head will be flying off somwhere els apart frem mi body anityme i guess..Im such a frust girl...i kip on loosing something i adored..i kip on blewing things up...i cant kip hold on tat someone or something lyke i used to...siriusly...tis is the FACT..even mi mama sae im such a hot headed protest girl nowadaes lyke things nvr did go ryte fer me...lyke wtH...becaoz of tat,mi fam r aso falling apart...evry matter has its fault..n the fault r awaes been blamed on me...can u imagine??all the weight of the werld on mi shoulder??I just wish i could vanish!VANISH OFF FREM TIS LIVING HELL DREAM REALITY!!wuld tat make me better?i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaeh...i ddnt sae to nione xcept fer tat someone most dearest to me (YANA)abt mi personal prob....Mi fam...theyre not what it used to be...i run awaes frem the prob oni to find someone to consult...n its the frest tyme..i cried out..pouring all tears all the wae to some under blocks..there i called her...spilling werds tat came out straight frem deep in me...surprisingly..she shed tears together...i was touched..Tats wad i kol sister...someone hu'd be there wen in needs...she consol me..whipe awaes tears..shes evrything u ever xpected frem a tru fren...she evn walked me home evntho i insist not to...but hey,mi aunt,dad koll fer lyke a million tymes...*n the story goes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too personal guys....n owhyah...am nt sure now to join The dance a not...ferstly i got two...one in skool n othr is the DANCE WORK.now,mi dad asking me not to join the dancewerk fer the fam sake..wad abt mi sake??nv thot of it??wardah wuld surely be furius...n all mi effort...gone to the SUX!nimind...tat....i will think bout it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi charac?wad about it bitch??haiss....i get one,lost one,get one,lost again...wtH!!!wen isit gnna end???on the 5th...i found one..thot i would finally have found the one but nooo...turn out to be so fast...oni 2daes...wtF!the fastest infact...hes not moulding me but instead crushing me werst! guys,im not intrsted wit ur BULSHITTING AND ALL.got me?FUcker BUgger...Well....jus now i kip remembering bout tat someone....u guys mi frren wont xpect hu..a person frem the past...all the jokes,all the laughter...wadeva!i sound lyke a small peepy girly smushy bitch.fuck off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; OMFG!i fergotten to greet u guys in a more formly n good manner...so here it goes.*Haloo evryone,welcome to mi bloggy!!do tag me yah!its mi ferst blog alone here..muax!luv u guys!!*so thr it goes...heeee.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8261862061244519583-5369779027669209888?l=ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballad-for-her-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5369779027669209888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8261862061244519583&amp;postID=5369779027669209888' title='0 Comments'/><link 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